Finding each other - a pazzi story

forgetting for the best

Azzi

I watched as Paige took 4 shots, then 5 and then 6 before I finally made my way over. We hadn't spoken since earlier today in our bathroom so I just decided to blame the alcohol in my system for my sudden boldness. Just as she went to grab her seventh shot, I took it from her and drank it myself. She turned to face me.

"What's up with you" I asked.

"Nothing" she answered back.

"Don't lie to me Paige" I told her stepping between her open legs.

"You like someone?" she asked, changing the subject.

"I don't know, maybe. You?" I told her knowing she probably wasn't going to remember this conversation.

"Maybe" was all she answered with a smirk spreading across her face. I ordered a couple shots for myself before dragging the blonde girl onto the dance floor with me.

What had started as innocent dancing slowing turned into something more when her hands found my hips and my back was flat against her chest. With the alcohol kicking in, neither of us were paying too much attention to where our hands would land on the others body. For the second time today, Paige's lips rested right above my bare shoulder travelling to my neck to finally find my ear.

"Let's go" she pleaded, slurring her words. Everything in me screamed not to take her up on that request but my legs grew a mind of their own.

We called an uber to drive us back to our dorm. The entire car ride, I could feel my heart racing and my head spinning. I'd sat in the middle of the back seat to be as close to her as I could. I was leaning on her, my head resting on her shoulder while her hand drew shapes on my expose skin. When we got to our dorm, all of the warning I was sending myself vanished. When the door closed, my back found the wall and a pair of lips crashed onto mine. I could taste the alcohol on her tongue and I knew she was tasting the same from me. Her hands travelled from my neck to my back, the presence of her touch far too noticeable from the lack of fabric covering the area. Her fingers pressed into my skin leaving their presence whenever they moved. The kiss was passionate and rough, both of us fighting for dominance. My hands were in her hair, pulling her face to an angle to deepen the kiss.

Her lips were pink and swollen when we finally pulled away for air and while I tried to catch my breath, she took it from me again when she attached her mouth to my neck attacking my skin. When she got down to my collar bone and chest the soft kissing turned into sucking, guaranteeing a mark tomorrow morning. She lowered herself onto her knees the more her kissed got lower onto my body. When she reached the waistband of my pants, my mind sobered up. Softly pushing her off me, I looked down at the confused girl below me.

"We can't, as much as I want too, you're drunk" I told her. She had always been a lightweight so the effects of whatever she had drunk were still pretty strong but she still understood my words and got up. Cupping my face in her hands, she whispered, "Stay with me tonight".

I nodded and followed her into her room. While she changed into her pyjamas, I borrowed a pair of her softer lounge shorts and a hoodie. Looking at myself in the mirror on the front of her closet, I could see a trail of hickeys across my chest. Pulling down her sweatshirt, I was reassured knowing that they were fully covered. I turned around to find a almost asleep Paige lying in her bed looking at me. With a small smile I joined her in bed, my back to her, not being able to face her right now. Still, her arms wrapped around my waist pulling me closer and her head nuzzled into the crook of my neck. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep after that. However for me, I was up for hours after questioning what would happen tomorrow morning.

I had never looked at Paige like that. I had never seen her as more than a friend. Sure she had always been pretty and charming but that was the extent of it. Tonight, kissing her felt right. I wasn't sure whether it was the alcohol talking or if I was being honest with myself. Ignoring the small moment from earlier was one thing but ignoring the whole make out session she had just had with the girl sleeping beside her was another. Would she regret it? Would she be mad at me? Would this end our friendship? I didn't know what to

expect but all the overthinking ended up sending me to sleep.

...

When I woke up the next morning, we were still laying in the same position as last night. My head hurt but not as bad as I thought it would. Paige had woken up before me and was scrolling on her phone with her volume at the lowest setting. I turned to look at, the closeness of our faces sending a shiver down my spine.

"Good morning" she whispered.

"How are you feeling" I asked her. There was no feeling of awkwardness between us to my surprise.

"My head hurts like hell. I can still taste the alcohol in my mouth" she mumbled, turning on her back and conversing her eyes with her hands. "I can't remember anything, what the hell did I drink"

There it was. That sentence defined how our relationship would go forward.

"You don't remember anything?" I asked her.

"I remember you and that girl, heading to the bar and then seeing you but after it's a blank" she stated. "I didn't do anything stupid right?"

We stayed in silence for a moment, Paige racking her mind for any memories of last night while I replayed every second. The feeling of her lips on mine, on my body, the feeling of her hands in my hair, on my skin was setting me on fire. I didn't know her true feelings about what had happened and now that she didn't even remember, I never would know them. There was no purpose in me telling her if she couldn't even relive them for herself. So I kept it to myself.

"Nothing stupid that I can remember" I told her.

"Can we stay in bed for a little longer?" she asked, begging.

We didn't have anything planned for today seeing as how this was our one day off for the week, so I nodded, also needing the extra rest. What I didn't expect was for her to turn back on to her side and hid her face into my neck, wrapping her arms around my waist, holding me tight and close.